“Fear that I might never see your face again nearly consumed me, My Queen.”
Olaf whispered against my ear like a defiant truth. He knew that it was not copasetic to call me a queen, not now. Certainly not inside my daughter’s territory. For the next few prolonged moments, I just basked in the warmth and comfort of my oldest living friend. The only man who ever treated me like a true lady and never harbored any desires for wealth or power.
“Olaf, it is only for the centuries we shared in friendship which allows me to forgive you that single misstep. This is most surely Alexia’s reign. I am but a vampyr specter from our history come back to life. Even I cannot tell you the reason for my resurrection. The sleep and the runes should have held fast to me for all time.”
I told him, and he la
